07.15.12

Jeffrey Malcolm Postman

  Jeffrey Malcolm Postman died July 15, 2012. Devoted and loving partner of 20 years to Bruce ZuWalick.  Loving son of the late Grace (Zeidenberg) and Alan Stuart Postman.  Loving grandson of the late Marion Kupperstein and Benjamin Franklin Postman.  Adoring cousin of Sherry (Larry) Shanbrom, and Billy (Karen) Zeidenberg.  Special friend of Joan Hinchcliffe, Philip Stull, and Judith N. Madeux. Also survived by a sister, brother, and nephew. Jeffrey was a 1971 graduate of West Haven High School and served as co-captain of the 1971 Boy’s Swimming Team.  Jeffrey graduated from Wittenberg University in 1975 with a degree in Education.  He served as captain of the 1975 Wittenberg Men’s Swimming Team.  In 1978, Jeffrey earned his MBA at the University of New Haven. Jeffrey worked for SNET/ATT for over 33 years before his recent retirement. Jeff’s life’s passions included long distance swimming and photography.  He was also an avid sailor, biker, hiker, and camper. Jeff would like to thank his FRamily (Friends who are family) who provided a constant source of comfort and support to Bruce and him.  Jeff believed that these people are the holiest of holy because they knew how to give back through their phone calls, visits, emails and prayers.
   Funeral service will be on Wednesday 11:am at Congregation Mishkan Israel, 785 Ridge Road, Hamden, CT.  As per Jeff’s wishes, the interment in the Mishkan Israel Cemetery will be private.  The period of mourning will be private.  In lieu of flowers, donations in memory of Jeffrey Postman can be made to the Jeffrey M. Postman Diversity Fund c/o ADL, 1952 Whitney Avenue, Hamden, CT 06517, ATTN: Victor Levitt and/or to Ct. Hospice at 100 Double Beach Road, Branford, CT. 06405.
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  1. Nancy Specht said,

    07.25.12 at 2:31 pm

    Dear Bruce and Family,

    I am very sorry for your loss. I worked with Jeffrey in Regulatory in New Haven and in Network Marketing in Meriden. He was definitely one of a kind–sweet, funny, smart, and conscientious. One of his self-deprecating stories that I will always remember concerned his cooking skills. He was making mashed potatoes for the first time. After he boiled the potatoes and poured out the water there were no potatoes! He had cut up the potatoes too small and they had dissolved while boiling. He had us laughing all the time with stories like that.

    My deepest condolences,

    Nancy Specht